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Tuesday, December 28, 2010


Not a friend
and not a foe
among the crowds I shudder.
Not a voice
and not a thought
behind the gates I stutter.
But what's it like
deep in your heart,
with all the fate and love?
From way back here
the clothes all itch,
and in my heart,
there's none.

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